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the aftercare meme

"Aftercare is the process of attending to one another after intense feelings of a physical or psychological nature, usually relating to sexual and/or BDSM activities.

Some sexual experiences can be exhausting, and drain the participants of mental, emotional or physical energy. As a result, one or all participants may require emotional support, comfort, reassurance, and/or physical tenderness."

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You can start in the beginning or middle of the experience/scene, but aftercare should be included in the scenario at some point. Although the meme is BDSM-based, other experiences that take some kind of heavy psychological/physical toll work, too.

WARNING: this meme includes sexual scenarios that may be triggering for some people. Please be aware of other people's preferences, and ask if you're unsure!

1. Hug it out. After a particularly rough tumble, sometimes the first thing you need is a good cuddle. Remind your significant other that you're there in the most simple yet sincere way.

2. Talk about it. Are there things you want to tell your lover about what just happened? Were you uncomfortable about one part of it, or maybe you want to try and go further next time? Or maybe you want to resume to normal and just talk about the weather. Whatever sets you most at ease.

3. First aid. It can be a whole lot of fun to be physically stimulated while having sex, but once its done, those red and blue marks might be a literal pain to deal with day-to-day. Rub some soothing creme onto those red welts, apply bandages or gauze for more severe wounds, and take care of your lover in any other way that might be necessary.

4. Massage. Work out those tight and tender muscles that got all wound up during intercourse. Besides, no one knows your lover's body like you do, so you should do your best to make them feel good and relaxed.

5. Clean up. Another great way to relax is to let water run over your sore skin. Whether in a shower or a bath (maybe you decided to up the romance and put candles all over the bathroom to make the aftercare even more intimate), it's a great way to come down from a sexual high together.

6. Praise. Some experiences can be tough mentally as well as physically. If you just went through a punishment scene together, it's important to let your lover know how proud you are of them, and that all is forgiven. Make it clear in no uncertain terms that once the sex is over, you still love them.

7. Take Care. Make them their favorite tea. Turn on their favorite song, or read to them from their favorite book. If they hadn't gotten their release during sex, take care of them physically, as well. You know what makes them feel better, so do it.

8. Together. Sometimes, all a person needs is to not be alone for a while after such intense sexual encounters. Watch some feel-good TV, eat some junk food together, or just stay under the sheets with your significant other for the rest of the night.

9. Other. Mix and match, or do something else you've been wanting to try.

Shamelessly reposted from an earlier meme. ♥

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Well...

[Saying "it looks sore" would ruin the mood, but it's the truth. His attention cannot be pried away from those round buttocks even through he feels no need to spread them and enter.]

I never noticed how round and firm they really are until now. [Doty arrives with the bottle of lotion, prompting Taryon to stop patting Astarion's head to remove the cap and pour a large dallop on his palm. The cold cream is spread over the vaguely-handprint shaped redness on the right cheek, and Taryon's free hand returns onto the small of his boyfriend's back.] If we hadn't just been having fun, I could take you right here.

[To be fair, Taryon pointing out the obvious would have made Astarion laugh. He still chuckles nonetheless less at his observation about his arse, a light, amused sound.]

Really? Not even when gripping it to bounce me on your cock?

[He can't help the lewd tease.

The cream immediately feels nice, but he still flinches at the first spread of it, then sighs and settles back against the pillow. His eyes close again, making him look like the most content cat in the realm.]

You don't say. I'll just say, if li'l Tary gets playful again, I wouldn't say no. Heh, we would have to keep me on my stomach, however.

[It's like Astarion is trying to activate the floppy and weakened Rod of Mercurial Form on purpose. Taryon has to keep his imagination under lock and key if he wants to give his boyfriend a restful evening. It cannot be gentlemanly to make use of a man's sore ass right after beating it.]

I'm not exactly thinking about your outsides when I'm inside you. [He pats the lotioned skin, then pours more onto his fingers before massaging the other cheek.] I mean... [He pauses his work.] I do...pay attention to how you look, but I'm distracted by so much that I can't really pay attention to your bottom.

[Nice save, he tells himself.]

I want to treat you well tonight. Tomorrow is another thing.

[He laughs, turning his head so he can see Taryon from one eye, whenever he deigns to open it. It's hard to want to, however, the catharsis of the night and now start of the soothing touches have made him feel like his bones are mush.]

You should start taking moments to admire how your prick looks buried in my hole then, my dear, you might find you like it. [He jabs a finger up into the air, adding:] Not that I am trying to arouse you right now. I am in more of a mood to be pampered, too.

[He turns his hand out, palm up, and asks:]

Give me your clean hand, I wish to hold it.

Good. Because I wouldn't want to ruin such a lovely, tender bottom with such vulgarity. [He scoops as much of one cheek in his fingers and gives it a gentle squeeze.] Certainly not tonight.

[But, note taken. He must be more careful next time. Probably do it in better lighting so that he can actually admire how Astarion takes him. Perhaps he can have Doty arrange a set of mirrors that will reflect enough candlelight to bathe the two in holy illumination.

That must wait until both of them are ready for something so intense. Tonight, Taryon continues to rub the lotion over the spanked skin with one hand and grabs Astarion's offered one with the other. His grip is tight, as to reassure his sweet, handsome victim of punishment that all is well.]

[Be careful, Taryon, if you bring mirrors into the love making be prepared to see your dick disappearing into nothingness with every thrust.

Even the gentle squeeze still gives him a jolt, but it's not unfavourable. He just chuckles at his teasing.]

Are you sure you're talking about my arse and not some blushing, innocent maid?

[He doesn't really need to be reassured that what they had done wasn't a purposeful punishment, but he still appreciates the gesture all the same. He always enjoys a good reminder that Tary loves him, and only did it because he asked, no malice behind any of it. He brings his hand to his lips as his cheek remains resting on the pillow, kissing his knuckles as his other hand continues to rub his sensitive skin gingerly. He almost feels like he could fall asleep like this, though perhaps Taryon had more planned.]

It's certainly blushing. Innocent, I couldn't say. [His rubbing becomes softer, more comforting than useful in spreading cream.] Why, you don't want to be treated so delicately?

[In most circumstances, Taryon would be happy to lie on his bed, naked, with his equally unclothed lover, but they were sweaty and gross and he was going to regret it in an hour. He pets the smooth curve of his ass a few more times (and allows himself to be kissed on his hand several times, until Astarion slows and appears to grow tired), before he pulls his hands away.]

I'll have Doty run us a bath. Nothing soothes a sore rump like peppermint bath salts.

It's certainly not innocent after everything you've been doing to it, darling.

[He sighs dreamily against Taryon's knuckles, holding his hand to his cheek. As nice as it would be to sink into actual slumber, not a trance, right then he has to admit:]

No, I do want to be treated like that. At least the rest of tonight. A bath sounds lovely.

[Taryon, with his tired eyes, smiles. There are few activites that transport him into the realm of chivalry and chaste romances than aftercare, and looking after Astarion is its own reward.]

Doty, fill the tub with hot water! And add two measuring spoons of salts!

[The automaton exits the room wordlessly and tromps towards the bathroom. Taryon rocks Astarion by raising and lowering the knees that he is draped over.] Don't fall asleep just yet. I have to get your water.